Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Slovenia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Nas to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
June Days,
Duran Duran,
Make Up,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eli Mardock,
Pagans,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Görl,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Adolescents,
Minnie Riperton,
OOIOO,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Selecter,
Letta Mbulu,
Chris & Cosey,
Lower 48,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Mills,
Graham Central Station,
Ultra Naté,
Marine Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marmalade,
Niagra,
Sun Ra,
Lucky Dragons,
FM Einheit,
MC5,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vainqueur,
Godley & Creme,
Wolf Eyes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tears for Fears,
The Doors,
Eric Dolphy,
Outsiders,
The Count Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Underground Resistance,
Unwound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aswad,
The Young Rascals,
Brass Construction,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Piero Umiliani,
Scientists,
The United States of America,
Cybotron,
Babytalk,
The Trojans,
Cecil Taylor,
Faust,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.